Genghis in his lotus mode
Contemplated the sushi of his thoughts.
Karmic nirvana:
Acceptance.
The circulation of his memories appeases
Even his darkness.
Momentarily,
He is the silence of the ringing bell.
Forgetting, he imagines
His eyes can see the billion lapiz blue,
The billion blues of the skies that he remembers.
For a moment,
He is complete:
He is Lord Lotus.
An old man now,
At peace with the iron poetic.
Remembering
The horselords and the sunken snows.
Remembering, also,
The smile of the girl who died.
Remembering that,
He imagines,
For a moment,
A world without cancer,
A world in which stones
Are no longer condemned to blindness.
Then the mood is broken.
He speaks, and says,
"I'm ready."
Of all the deaths he captured,
He owns but just the one,
And yet this one, this surcease,
Single,
Will be sufficient.